The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1887-07-28

boom of the bull1rog in his sedgy lair; Will
watch the storm king build his towers and
walls and battlements on high, hurting cloud
against cloud and thunderbolt against thun-
derbolt till his wrath is appeased, and then to
me shall he blown the sweetness and the cool
ness of wet fields and through the long and
languorous purple hour snail come twilight
ana the peace of him who liveth well; and
under the solemn dome of dusk, under the
young eyes of the stars, under the broad
sheen of the rising moon shall l float down
the river of rest to an infinite calm.
This is the city mans dream of country
heaven, but have not found it.
found the trees beloved by the slow stir
ring wind, but | found, too, that large
colony of painful ants had co. there before
me and was disposed to quarrel with intru-
ders. I have watched the coming Of the
chariot of day through the gates of pearl, and
noticed the thermometer throw one leg over
the eightieth rung, and then reach up and
pull himself up to the ninetieth before the
chariot had got fairly going have learned
to love the drone of the wandering bee at
immense distances, having discovered that
that pampered insect considers it quite joke
to poniard a slumbering stranger without
provocation.
1 have seen an abundance of fresh vegeta
bles in rural districts and miles of orchard
bending under the wealth of pippin and
cherry, but the frugal and far seeing farmer
had mortgaged the entire lot, and the stranger
had to content himself with shuttle for yell
low peas just picked from Baltimore can.
These things have made me sad 1t seems
to me the honest granger should have nobler
aspirations than to paint his house yellow,
his barn blue and his we'll box green, insert q
four line advertisement in the Sunday papers
and steer unsuspecSing citizens against his
corned beef and malaria in the guise of health
and economy. 1t seems to me somewhat I'M
reasonable for a man to seek so far and fare
so badly when he could just as well enjoy
his flies and skinned milk, his insomnia and
profanity without leaving the city,
But the fact is every man bred in a city
considers himself swindled unless he has two
weeks of summer on farm, just as the
farmer thinks life not worth living without
an annual tour through the joys of the Bow
cry in winter. 1t is an outbreak of inward
cussedness, like the hives, and every man gets
it, The whole pharmacop9ia can furnish no
remedy, andthe only relief is to go and pur-
sue the hayward fancy and come home full
of sunburn, collie and repentance.
Go to the country, you toilers seeking for
rest, but let it be country indeed, with no
mingling of town. Seek your balm from sky
and field from sea and hill, from leaf and
blossom and bird, and you will get it for the
asking. Let the sui brown the cheek and
hands of your daughters. Let your boys
scurry through the tangle of woods, wild as
the chipmunk they chase. Get as far as
steam can carry you from the city and its
worry, from the crowd and its tiresome
apery; be a child of nature worshiper of
laziness and Sunshine-there is the sovereign
healing you seek, and you will seek it in the
gatherings of fashion in vain.-N. Y. World.